Chapter 33
Cutting Ties
A few days after Thanksgiving, Craig was waiting with his mother, Cecilia, in the hospital waiting room as Leon was coming out of having triple bypass surgery. Cecilia stayed by her husband’s side the entire time and Craig spent sleepless nights watching over his father. Makayla came in and greeted them. Fabien entered the room and handed a coffee to Craig.
Craig: “I can’t believe I killed Papa…”
He sighed.
Fabien: “He’s not dead, Craig. He just had surgery and he will be fine.”
He rubbed his shoulder.
Makayla: “It’s not your fault he can’t handle you being gay.”
She shrugged.
A nurse came into the waiting room.
Nurse: “Mr. Medeiros is awake now. He’s ready to see you.”
She said and left.
Fabien: “Come on, Craig.”
He said softly and went into the room.
Leon was in a hospital bed with Cecilia by his side. He was hooked up to heart monitors and being fed through intravenous tubes. Craig, Makayla, and Fabien entered his room. Craig went up to his father.
Craig: “D-Dad?”
He swallowed hard. Leon gnashed his teeth when he saw Craig and Fabien enter and he turned away from them, not wanting to look at them.
The doctor entered the room. White, coily hair clumsily hung over a long, gloomy face. He had beady brown eyes set far apart. He stood gracefully despite his strong frame. He was Dr. Adam Greary.
Dr. Greary: “Hello, Mr. Medeiros, how do you feel?”
He asked and graced him with a warm smile.
Leon: “Fuckin’ fantastic. The fuck do you think?”
He growled. Dr. Greary straightened his posture.
Dr. Greary: “Okay, Mr. Medeiros, I am going to go over some changes you will have to adapt to after the surgery. You will have to take your medication as prescribed. You will have to quit smoking, quit drinking, and avoid heavy lifting.”
He stated. Leon looked like his soul had been sucked out of his body.
Dr. Greary: “For two months, you will feel tired all the time and you will need to have a live-in nurse or caretaker.”
He added.
Leon: “WHAT?! What the fuck are you talking about?! TWO MONTHS?!”
He rasped and fumed, turning red with fury. Dr. Greary put his hand up.
Dr. Greary: “Calm down, Mr. Medeiros. You will not be able to drive for three months. You will likely have to discontinue your job. You could get a pension from this.”
He continued.
Leon: “WHAT THE FUCK?! I CAN’T DO THIS SHIT?!”
He rasped.
Leon: “I may as well be dead! Ya should’ve just taken me off life support!”
He growled. Craig tensed up and embraced himself.
Dr. Greary: “Mr. Medeiros, life is not over! You just need to make some new changes and adjustments! If you like, I can refer you to our hospital therapist and he can counsel you.”
He offered.
Leon: “Therapy?! Counseling?! I don’t need some quack to talk about feelings!”
He laughed bitterly. Dr. Greary pursed his lips.
Dr. Greary: “I know this is a lot to process, Mr. Medeiros. I will be back and you can discuss this with your family.”
He said exasperatedly and left.
Cecilia: “Honey, the doctor gave me a ‘smart heart’ meal plan that you will have to start eating lean meats such as chicken, fish, and eggs, and lots of fruits and vegetables.”
She relayed.
Leon: “Where the fuck’s the MEAT?! What about my steak? What about my beef?!”
He rasped.
Cecilia: “You can’t have that anymore, honey. It’s fish, chicken, and eggs! It’s lean meats!”
She knit her eyebrows. Fabien looked away and remembered his grandfather’s life after triple bypass surgery.
Leon was too furious to speak. All he could do was roar with anger. He turned his attention to Craig and Fabien with hot coals in his eyes.
Leon: “YOU! You ruined my life! I have no gay son!”
He bellowed at Craig. Craig’s bottom lip trembled and his eyes welled with tears. Fabien wrapped his arms around Craig.
Someone knocked on the doorframe. It was Tristan and Deimos. Tristan wore a black peacoat with a blue scarf with gold designs tucked in, black dress pants, and black wingtip Oxfords. Deimos wore a leather jacket, a Possessed Pestilence t-shirt- torn jeans, and black cowboy boots. He was carrying a huge basket containing various fruits, some flowers, and a balloon of Garfield as a doctor saying, “Get Well Soon.”
Tristan: “Hello, we came bearing gifts.”
Deimos raised the basket and balloon.
Leon: “Who are these pooftas?”
Tristan raised an eyebrow. Makayla drew a breath.
Tristan: “Excuse me?”
He asked.
Tristan: “Sorry, sir. My first language is not English. I have been speaking it since I was five, but I am not familiar with slang.”
He laughed a bit. He didn’t think he meant anything well by it but he wanted to confirm it.
Leon: “Oh, sorry, your language is pooftanese!”
Tristan smirked at him. Deimos growled at him and marched over to him. Tristan put his hand on Deimos’ shoulder. Makayla sighed and rubbed her temples.
Tristan: “Sorry, Mr. Medeiros, did your prognosis hurt you that much? You won’t be able to do half the things you used to do? What a shame. I hope this basket Deimos and I brought brings you some joy in your cold, dead heart.”
He chuckled.
Makayla: “Nothing ever will.”
Deimos: “You’re half the man you used to be and will need to rely on your wife to wipe your bum.”
He spat. Leon glared and growled at him.
Leon: “I’M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!”
He rasped.
Deimos: “Keep dreaming, Leon. You got in here because Craig is in a relationship with Fabien.”
He said evenly. Leon fixed his glare over to Craig and Fabien.
Leon: “That’s right. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for my gay son ‘n his poofta lover!”
He rasped. Craig frowned and Fabien rolled his eyes.
Tristan: “Your anger cultivated to the point of getting to this state. Whatever triggered such emotions to this extreme?”
He cupped his chin.
Leon: “YOU!”
He panted and rasped at them all. Deimos and Tristan were unphased.
Leon: “You fuckin’ POOFTAS all ruined my life!”
He bellowed. Makayla rolled her eyes.
Tristan: “How did we ruin your life? Would you mind elaborating?”
He asked, noticing this was a sore spot for him.
Tristan: “You just met Deimos and me. You met Fabien a few days ago. If I were to hazard a guess about who ‘hurt’ you, it would be someone from your past… Perhaps a family member? Your father?”
He pressed. Leon froze and glared at him. Makayla quirked an eyebrow.
Tristan: “You have been so utterly consumed by hatred and honing your focus on this sickness that it consumed your life and your life will never be the same. I ask you, Leon: was all of this really worth it? You spent your life chasing something that eventually destroyed you. You never bothered to see the big picture and instead obsessively focused on this tiny detail most people would overlook. You’re an example of how hatred can consume someone to the point of endangering their well-being and trying to bring others down with you.”
He stated.
Tristan: “Enjoy your life, Leon. You have to live it.”
He said and promptly left the room. Deimos harrumphed and followed Tristan. Leon shook and seethed with rage, trying to break free of his paralyzed bounds within his body. Makayla shook her head at Leon.
Makayla: “You ruined your own life and nothing will ever get through to you. Your hatred is killing you and it will be the death of you.”
She said and left with them.
Fabien gaped at Leon and looked at Craig.
Fabien: “Is your grandfather gay?”
He finally asked him.
Craig: “What? I dunno. He’s dead.”
He replied. Fabien raised an eyebrow skeptically.
Fabien: “...Is he, though?”
He asked again. Craig paused and arched his eyebrows at him.
Craig: “...What do you mean?”
He then turned to Leon.
Craig: “José is dead.”
Fabien folded his arms in front of his chest.
Fabien: “Uh-huh, and can you confirm this or did Leon tell you?”
He cross-examined.
Craig turned to his father.
Craig: “He died in a duel, right?”
He pressed Leon. Leon looked away from him and huffed.
Leon: “The only duellin’ he was doin’ was dueling swords! You’re just like your grandfather!”
He rasped. Fabien rolled his eyes, getting sick of Leon.
Fabien: “You got your answer, Craig. Who dies in duels? This isn’t the dark ages. I know Leon acts like he comes from a cave but your grandfather is probably not dead… and I thought my dad was a dick.”
He huffed. Craig paused and blinked mutely.
Fabien: “Anyway, read between the lines. Tristan is right. His father is gay and this is why he hates everything gay.”
He explained.
Craig: “...WH-WHAT?! No way… my grandfather is alive ‘n he’s gay like me ‘n you never told me?!”
His fear shifted into anger and betrayal. Leon laughed bitterly.
Leon: “He’s dead to me, just like you are now.”
Fabien: “Okay, so he’s not dead. Do you want to find him, Craig?”
He asked him.
Craig: “Fuckin’ oath, I do!”
He nodded.
Fabien took his hand. Craig smiled down at him and held his hand.
Fabien: “Hey, Leon, we’re gonna find your father so Craig can connect with him. Have a lovely day and it’s been a pleasure meeting you!”
He sang and led Craig out of the hospital room. Leon seethed and glared at them as they left.
~
Victor and Ivy were at the Pink Flamingo Mall. Ivy wore a long black coat with black fur trim and black heels. Victor wore a brown coat with a beige fur trim, a white shirt with orange paisley patterns, bell-bottom jeans, and brown Beatles boots. They were looking through Toyz World is Us. Ivy examined Victor’s braid.
Ivy: “Wow, Victor, your hair is very long now! It’s almost as long as Tristan’s!”
Victor looked behind his shoulder and gave a faint smile.
Victor: “...Yeah, it is…”
He sighed and thought of how his long hair kept getting him compared to Tristan. He thought of how the long hair made him feel more connected with his son but now he’s not sure. Ivy read his mind and knit her eyebrows.
Ivy: “I’m sorry, Victor! I didn’t mean to!”
He smiled a bit.
Victor: “It’s okay, I’m glad you love it.”
He said softly and stroked his braid.
He looked at the baby dolls and smiled at a beautiful baby girl doll with large blue eyes and a head of white hair. Victor smiled at the doll and thought about what kind of children he and Ivy would have. Ivy read his mind and swallowed. She put her hand on his face.
Ivy: “Victor, we just started seeing each other. I am not ready to become a mother right now…”
She said gently. Victor looked a bit hurt but smiled. She hugged him close and Victor wrapped his arms around her.
Tristan and Deimos watched them.
Tristan: “You want another child, Papa? To replace me since I’m so IMPERFECT?!”
He snapped. Victor drew back.
Victor: “I want to be a father again, regardless of how little you think of me, Tristan! You and Oliver!”
He cried. Ivy sighed, shifting uncomfortably between their argument. She studied their thoughts to gain more insight.
Victor: “And I saw those little paw prints on her sketching paper! You and Deimos made Oliver do that!”
He cried. Tristan rolled his eyes.
Tristan: “Whatever. I’m sure having another child will solve this dilemma of yours.”
He said dryly.
Victor: “Try to live a little, Tristan! I’m happy with her! We’re getting married and having a child, whether you, Mother, and Oliver like it or don’t!”
He bawled. Ivy recoiled and held her hands up.
Ivy: “Victor… we just started seeing each other. I’m not ready for that right now.”
She said firmly, but gently.
Victor: “Ready for what? Him to keep staying in our house? We can kick him out!”
He pleaded. Tristan darkened. Ivy gaped at him.
Tristan: “...How dare you? That house is in my name! I should be kicking YOU out but I don’t, Papa! You have been treating me horribly! I wonder if we were ever close at all? Or did you love your image of me?! Or when I was ‘perfect’?! Because it seems whenever I take a baby step outside your idea of me, you treat me like shit!”
He said as tears welled in his eyes. Deimos stood in front of Tristan protectively.
Deimos: “That’s enough from you. I won’t let ANYONE hurt him!”
He bellowed and Victor drew back.
Victor: “You’re both ganging up on me!”
He cried.
Ivy bowed her head.
Ivy: “So long as you don’t make peace with your son… we can’t be at peace. If we’re going to get married and have children, I don’t want it like this. I don’t want it to be out of spite or impulse. I’m twenty-two; I’m not ready for marriage and children right now… and I don’t think you are either, Victor…”
She said with hurt in her tone and alluded to his bitter immaturity.
Victor: “What? I had Tristan when I was twenty-three!”
He stated. Tristan put his hands up.
Tristan: “You know what, Papa? I don’t care. Get married and have children. It’s your life.”
He spat and walked away. Deimos gaped at him and followed him.
Victor stood there and cried into his hands. Ivy pursed her lips, feeling conflicted.
Ivy: “...I’m wondering if you will treat me the same way you treat your son…”
She sighed.
Victor: “What do you mean?”
He sniffled and wiped his eyes. Ivy gaped at him. What do you mean what do I mean?! She asked herself.
Ivy: “I asked you to make peace with him for us, but instead you threatened to kick him out. I’m sorry, but you treat him badly… and it makes me wonder if you will treat me the same way if I ever did something… imperfect.”
She sighed. Victor gaped at her with tears in his eyes.
Victor: “He attacked me first!”
He cried.
Ivy: “You’re the father, Victor. You’re supposed to be the mature and bigger person here, but… I don’t know how to say this, but… you aren’t. You’re acting like… a child. I’m sorry…”
She admitted with strain. Victor gaped at her and his bottom lip trembled. He then broke down crying.
Ivy: “I have my issues with Tristan and Deimos; we have a complicated history and that’s between us, but Tristan is your son and without him and Deimos, you wouldn’t be out of your coma and wouldn’t be here with me in the first place!”
She stated. Victor embraced himself and looked away. He didn’t know what to think or why Tristan was mean to him. Ivy read his thoughts and sighed.
Ivy: “Because he’s hurt by how you treat him. I’d be upset if you treated me that way and I’d hate to think you’d treat me that way, too!”
She stated.
Victor: “I won’t treat you badly! I will treat you like a queen!”
He said doggedly. Ivy smiled a bit.
Ivy: “I would hope so, but I want to be equals, Victor. I don’t want you to put me on a pedestal or expect me to put you on one either.”
She said gently. Victor nodded.
Ivy: “On another hand, maybe it would be best if we lived separately from Tristan. It seems both of you need space from each other?”
She stated.
Victor: “It’s a big house and he’s at work or with Deimos.”
They heard a deep female Russian accent cut in, “I can take Tristan off your hands, you green cow.”
They saw Jaclyn standing before them.
Jaclyn: “Tristan, why on Reona are you crying? You’ve never been so… emotional and I hate those new clothes! Did that green-haired pig make you wear them? I prefer you as you were before! Now you look like a bum, a handsome bum but a bum!”
She scoffed. Ivy gaped at her. Victor looked hurt.
Victor: “Who are you?”
Jaclyn flared and turned to Ivy.
Jaclyn: “YOU! YOU COW! YOU BRAINWASHED MY TRISTAN TO BE THIS CRYBABY HIPPIE AND FORGET ME?!”
She bellowed. Ivy blinked mutely at her and stumbled over a laugh.
Ivy: “...He’s not Tristan. He’s Victor, Jaclyn.”
She corrected her and gaped at her unawareness.
Jaclyn: “Oh, hush, you green cow! I wear a size 2 dress! Any dress size in the double digits is fat!”
She scoffed. Ivy rolled her eyes at her.
Victor: “Why don’t you leave her alone?! I love her! She’s perfect as she is! I’m not my son!”
He cried. Ivy smiled at him.
Jaclyn: “Whatever spell she put you under, Tristan? I will break it!”
She exclaimed and marched up to him to kiss him and Victor shoved her into the garbage can.
Victor: “GET AWAY FROM ME! I AM NOT MY SON!”
He cried and ran away. Ivy was too stunned to speak at what she witnessed.
Ivy: “STAY AWAY FROM HIM!”
She rasped at Jaclyn, slamming the garbage can lid on her and going after Victor. Jaclyn’s muffled screams and pounding could be heard in the mall.
~
Dougal was in a sleigh being pulled by Darashinai on a skateboard. Dougal wore a Santa suit without the beard and Darashinai wore a tank top, shorts, leg warmers, knee pads, elbow pads, and a helmet—all of which were rainbow.
Dougal: “DINGLE BALLS, DINGLE BALLS! MY BALLS DINGLE ALL THE WAY IN TRISTAN’S MOUTH!”
He sang. He saw Tristan and Deimos leaving the mall.
Dougal: “OOOOH! SCHMOO-DAR! GIDDY-UP! GET ME TO ME BLOKES!”
He commanded.
Hector ran up to Dougal.
Hector: “SANTA! SANTA!”
He cheered.
Hector: “I want a worm farm for Christmas!”
He clapped his hands. Dougal blinked.
Dougal: “Listen, retard, I am not Santa Claus but Santa Big Balls! I want Tristan and Deimos to suck on ‘em! Get the fuck out of my way, ya bloody fuckin’ retard!”
He barked and Darashinai pulled his sled away. Hector watched him go with tears in his eyes.
~
Tristan and Deimos walked down the parking lot. Deimos stopped Tristan.
Deimos: “Tristan, can we talk about this? I think what your father is doing is bothering you more than you let on.”
He took his hands and rubbed his thumb over them. Tristan shivered and sighed.
Tristan: “It is, Deimos! Papa is not who he used to be! I don’t know why he’s treating me like this!”
He cried and Deimos pulled him into a hug. Tristan relaxed and felt warm inside. He hugged him back.
Victor marched to them.
Victor: “Tristan, my problem is YOU! It’s how YOU’VE been treating ME!”
He barked. Tristan turned around to face him. Victor had tears in his eyes.
Victor: “I don’t ask a lot, Tristan! You never wanted Ivy! You kept her hanging around while you decided if you should pursue her or not when you always wanted Deimos! You can’t punish me for being in love!”
He cried. Tristan furrowed his eyebrows.
Tristan: “She treated ME unfairly and punished me because I forgot ONE SMALL LUNCH DATE?! She is not my person, but she is looking at you as replacing me!”
He snapped.
Victor: “I am NOT you, Tristan! I am tired of people comparing me to you!”
He cried.
Tristan: “And I’m tired of how awful you treated me lately! You’re no different than that thing called Charlotte!”
He fired back. Victor’s tears streamed down his cheeks.
Victor: “And YOU’RE JUST LIKE HER!”
He cried. Tristan bared his teeth.
Deimos’ eyes grew large.
Deimos: “WATCH OUT!”
He shrieked.
Victor: “Leave me alone! You turned my son against me!”
He cried and turned to leave.
Suddenly, Deimos grabbed Victor out of the way, and in a flash, Victor’s braid was cut off. Tristan gasped and cupped his mouth.
Victor gasped and his eyes widened as his hair cut off and his braid fell to the ground.
Tristan turned to slowly see Darashinai skateboarding toward them.
Dougal: “OHOHOHOHOHO! Hello, sexy blokes! Time to get on your knees and come to DADDY!”
He shook his chest. Tristan and Deimos cringed.
Dougal: “If not, deal with Darashinai and her skateblade or… BRONY HAWK!”
He extended his hand out to Darashinai.
Deimos: “Brony Hawk? The fuck?”
He turned to Victor who was still in a state of shock.
Darashinai: “Come on, boys, I can skate to your dick or chop it off with my skate blade!”
She dashed toward Deimos and Victor.
Deimos jumped out of the way carrying Victor. Tristan slammed his foot on the ground creating a sheet of ice causing her to skid and crash into a pole.
Deimos: “Want another round, you fat fuck?”
Dougal: “Another round of you and Tristan both sucking me off?”
He smirked and extended his hands out.
Dougal: “Be my guest!”
Tristan and Deimos looked disgusted.
Dougal: “Look, if you two want this madness to stop with Darashinai…, all you both have to do is agree to have ONE wild night with Dougal and I will stop! Simple, isn’t it?”
He grinned, showing his crooked yellow teeth. Tristan’s face contorted with disgust. Deimos growled.
Deimos: “NEVER! You will NEVER TOUCH TRISTAN!”
He bellowed and slipped on brass knuckles. He charged at Dougal and delivered a right hook sending him crashing into the ground. Dougal looked up with a swollen jaw and blood from his mouth. He spit a tooth out and laughed.
Dougal: “Deimos, don’t ya know? I’m in charge, mate.”
He chuckled darkly. Deimos braced his feet apart and put his fists up.
Deimos: “Then you should know I won’t allow anyone to hurt Tristan!”
He snapped.
Tristan: “I had enough of you and your ‘deals’, Dougal. Have a nice life… what’s left of it.”
He hissed and put his hand out. A chunk of ice formed and shot out at Dougal. Dougal gasped, grabbed Darashinai and used her as a shield. The ice impaled her, going through her vital organs, and her brain so her eyeball was on the tip of an icicle. Tristan looked impassive.
Dougal breathed a sigh of relief. Then his face contorted with rage.
Dougal: “TRISTAN! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT BLOODY COSTS TO MAKE ANOTHER ONE?! LOTS! YEAH! I only get a little allowance from Daddy! It’s four thousand quid!”
He threw his hands up.
Dougal: “This won’t be the last ya see of me and my cock! You two will see it again!”
He said and ran away.
Tristan watched him go. Deimos went up to Tristan and put his arm around him protectively. They flicked their gaze at Victor who was still in a state of shock and a Darashinai who was impaled in ice with blood, and gray matter caked on the ice.
~
Victor was in his bedroom, sitting at his desk, his hair still chopped off from Darashinai’s skate blade, and looking at the braid she cut off. He looked at the picture of him and Tristan when Tristan was four years old and heaved a deep sigh. He rose and picked up a photo album. Inside it had written, “Le cinquième anniversaire de Tristan” in gold letters. He turned the page and gazed at the picture of Tristan on his fifth birthday holding up a cat plush with white and beige fur with a black spot over his eye. Victor held him close and smiled. There was a banner on the back that read, “Joyeux anniversaire, Tristan!”
There was a picture of Tristan blowing out five candles on a tuxedo cat loaf cake with two older white-haired twins—a boy and a girl, next to him. Honorine stood over with her arms folded and scowling. One was of Gustave with cake all over his face. Victor smiled at a picture of Tristan smiling at the “Bibliothèque violette”, which was a set of purple books for children or teenagers.
He turned the page to more pictures of Tristan as a child. He was riding his bike with Victor cheering. Tristan was sleeping with a big black cat. Tristan sleeping and nestled with Victor.
Victor traced his thumb over the picture and sighed. He wanted his son back. He looked at the braid and the picture. He heaved a deep sigh and closed the book.
~
Ivy was in the kitchen making grilled salmon with some vegetables for supper. Tristan entered the kitchen.
Tristan: “I’m not going to eat that. I think Deimos and I will go out for dinner.”
He pointed to the door to the mudroom.
Ivy: “Have you seen Victor?”
She enquired. Tristan stared at her.
Tristan: “No.”
He said tersely. Ivy had a look of concern plastered on her face.
Ivy: “Now I’m worried… I hope he didn’t do anything reckless after what I said to him…”
She sighed. Tristan quirked an eyebrow. Dare I ask? He wondered.
Tristan: “Look, if you and Papa want marriage and children, it doesn’t bother me. Whatever I feel or think doesn’t matter and whatever you two do is out of my control.”
He waved his hand.
Ivy: “Not like this and not yet. I told him he needed to make peace with you and stop this.”
She stated. Tristan twisted his mouth and his expression darkened.
Tristan: “Well, he didn’t.”
He muttered. Ivy frowned.
Ivy: “I know.”
They saw beams of car headlights shine through the window, and Victor told someone to have a good night. They heard someone enter through the mudroom and come through the door into the kitchen. Victor entered with short hair swept to the left with a bit of a curl on the side. Ivy’s jaw dropped and she cupped her mouth. Tristan quirked an eyebrow.
Ivy: “...Victor?!”
She gasped, taken aback by his new look. Victor rubbed the back of his head.
Ivy: “What happened? What happened to your hair?”
Victor: “I went and got a haircut. I… I meant to get it cut for a while.”
He smiled a bit.
Ivy: “Oh, why didn’t you come to me?”
Victor bowed his head.
Victor: “I needed space. I needed to think about what you said.”
He twirled his hair a bit. Ivy smiled at that.
Ivy: “Really? What was that?”
She enquired. He nodded.
Victor: “Do you like it?”
Ivy: “Yes, this is more you and it seems you were cutting ties to something.”
She stated. Victor beamed and nodded.
He turned to Tristan.
Victor: “Tristan? I’m…”
He bowed his head.
Victor: “I’m sorry for how I’ve been treating you lately.”
He declared. Tristan gaped at him.
Victor: “I want things to go back to how they were and I hate fighting with you.”
He said earnestly. Tristan gaped at his father.
Tristan: “You don’t have to say that because Ivy made you, Papa.”
He shook his head. Victor looked hurt.
Victor: “Yes, she said I was treating you badly and it made me reflect, Tristan! She is right!”
He cried. Tristan put his hand up.
Tristan: “Well, I need space from you.”
Victor started to cry.
Victor: “Are things resolved, Tristan?”
He wept. Tristan sighed and shook his head.
Tristan: “I’m not sure.”
He said and went through the mudroom. Ivy sighed and placed her hand on Victor’s shoulder.
Ivy: “Give him time.”
She assured him. Victor petted her hand and nodded.
Victor: “I will.”
Francis: “Do I take one little bite like this?”
He asked Oliver.
Oliver: “No! Like this!”
He sank his teeth into the fish. Victor turned to see Oliver and Francis trying to take the salmon out of the frying pan. Ivy gasped.
Ivy: “H-Hey! That’s our meal!”
She cried and rushed over to the salmon, but it was already too late. Oliver and Francis jumped down with the salmon in their mouths. Victor drew another long breath.
Victor: “I’m sorry about this. I think Oliver is going to be harder to get through…”
He wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Victor: “Want to go out for dinner?”
He asked softly. Ivy embraced herself.
Victor: “Or get take-out? What do you want to do?”
He kissed her head.
Ivy: “I’d like to eat in, actually! I’d love wood-fired pizza!”
She bit her bottom lip.
Victor: “Okay, darling, your wish is my command!”
He said softly.
~
Dougal was in his gold robe and on his bed with Voyage Burger wrappers everywhere and on the phone.
Dougal: “I need another Darashinai made HASTA PRONTO! Capisce?! It better not cut into my Hennessey, strip clubs, Voyage Burger, or Coca-Cola budget or else!”
He slammed the receiver on the cradle.
Dougal: “Deimos and Tristan bloody piss me off but I can’t help but get a boner when they do.”
He picked up an anal fleshlight and smiled at it, before lowering it to his penis.
Dougal: “AHHHH… Bloody fan-fucking-tastic…”
He moaned.
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